Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-25220117-20110809180003/@comment-25220117-20110809181436

''The fox stares at him dumbstruck for a minute, before running over and leaning the weasel against the rail, and ripping a strip of sailcloth from the mast, and wrapping it around the wounded Liegg's head...He wasn't any surgeon either, but hopefully this might help his shipmate. The fox nods to himself, satisfied that Liegg'll turn out fine, and then freezes, thinking something over...How did he get the sailcloth from the...He turns around, terrified, as the mast gave a final groan and the oaken mast flew into the sea, sending objects and splinters flying in every direction. The fox feels a few of the sharp little wood pieces, before hitting the deck hard, his arms over his neck and head protectively...Why, oh why, do the Fates hate him so?''